Can I Live Zoan

The mind of a genius
The stroke of a penis
I ask
Can I live
The mind of a business
The account of a witness
I ask
Can I live

Trillions of debt
And they dish out a decline
And what they can accept
Oh my
I feel like
Hold my
Beer
Cause it’s weird
That they demand
That I show my
Innocence
My heart of gold
That I unload
My baggage
At the expense of
My mystery
That I boast
Of past mistakes
Failures
And my blotched history
All I want is some good kush
And good pussy
But they push me
To lead a revolution and a charge
All I want is a Marge
All I want is to raise a Lisa and a Bart
They say take heart
But what good does that do
When you’re a rapper
Without any chains, fast cars, and face tattoos
I guess the future kings and queens
Is who I’ll rap to